Okay emma360 has been bugging me to put next chapter on soooo here it is xxxx

I get a visit from some old friendsCammie's POV

Thousands of thoughts and emotions swirled around in my mind as I packed for my latest mission. I had exactly four hours and 55 minutes until Zach came back to pick me up. After that we would go to the nearest C.I.A base before leaving for our mission so I could be reinstated as a full agent again, I was looking forward to that the most. However I was nervous too, I mean what if I messed up again? I would have to go into hiding forever. No Cammie, I thought, don't think like that you'll be fine just pack!

I walked calmly over to the closet, pulled out my case and flung it onto the bed. Then I chose enough sets of clothes that would last me the whole mission and would be suitable for all weathers as Zach had said. Then I went over to the bottom draw which was locked. I hadn't been in that draw for four years. I retrieved the key and slowly opened it to find the contents just how I had left it.

There lay wigs, masks, old comms units; naptime patches, coloured contacts and everything else a spy would need. The only weapon however was a small knife which I had been allowed to keep for self protection as many people out there would still like to try and kill me. I packed in a few naptime patches and the basics I would need for a disguise but not too much as I would stock up later once I became an agent again. I also slipped the knife into one of the side pockets so it was easy to get to.

Once I had packed the rest of the basics I would need I had about half an hour until Zach would arrive so I did what every woman does when she's nervous, I cleaned. I cleaned everything I could find the kitchen sink, shelves, the T.V even the toilet!

A little while later I had just finished the mirror in my room and the doorbell rang. I checked my watch, 1.45pm, Zach was early. I grabbed my case off the bed and it went again. Calm down Zach, I thought, I'm coming I'm coming. I had reached the sitting room and was beginning to cross it towards the door when someone kicked it down from the other side. Three figures rushed in. I didn't have time to see their faces. I took a round kick to the head and fell to the ground. As my conciseness drained away I looked up to see a cocky smile and deep blue eyes but this was not Zachary Goode. It was his mother. My last thought was Cammie, you're going to see daddy again.

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